Post by @xL on May 2, 2009 18:47:15 GMT -5
The following was written on November 4th, 2008, the day Barrack Obama became president. It was set to be posted over at eWmania by John, seeing as I was banned, but never was. It only made it to the four rants on the front page for a bit before fading into the "Rant Zone Archive"... and now, I can't even find it there. So, here it is, nearly EXACTLY half a year later, here on the Rant Zone ; Axl - Yes. We. Can.
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"I have a dream."
- Axl... Savior Elect
[The camera opens...]
[... to 11pm]
[... to Chicago]
[... to November 4th, 2008.]
B.O. : If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer. Its the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen; by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the very first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different; that their voice could be that difference.
B.O. : Its the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Latino, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled - Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been a collection of Red States and Blue States: we are, and always will be, the United States of America. Its the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day. Its been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America...
...
B.O. : This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one thats on my mind tonight is about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. Shes a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing - Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old. She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldnt vote for two reasons - because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin. And tonight, I think about all that shes seen throughout her century in America - the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we cant, and the people who pressed on with that American creed:
Yes we can.
At a time when womens voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot.
Yes we can.
When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs and a new sense of common purpose.
Yes we can.
When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved.
Yes we can.
She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that We Shall Overcome.
Yes we can.
A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination. And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change.
Yes we can.
B.O. : America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves - if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made? This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment. This is our time - to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American Dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth - that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism, and doubt, and those who tell us that we cant, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people:
Yes We Can. Thank you, God bless you, and may God Bless the United States of America.
[Something has happened.]
[On this day...]
[On this night...]
[Change has happened.]
[Yes... change has happened. Our camera pans across the humongous crowd... before switching to scenes all across the world, all of people reacting much the same as those in Chicago...]
[... Before finally opening outside the Residence of Evil.]
[Change has happened.]
[For what was once decked out as a simple home, bearing just a slight resemblence to a castle, has been paved over... and REPLACED with a castle. An actual, wood, stone, and brick castle, erected so tall that it casts a shadow over all that surrounds it. The drawbridge lowers down... resting across an actual moat, some twenty feet wide, leaving little room between the moat and the street. Two guards step through the giant door... and stand on either side of it, gripping one flag a piece... the left guard holding the American flag... the Right Guard (tm) holding the new flag of Sinister City, which is a black flag, pre-made to be tattered and torn, with a skull adorned with a crown. Below the crowned skull there lies one simple word ;]
"Believe."
[Axl follows through... and shoves the trumpet player from the bridge, sending him flying into the moat... where he is eagerly ripped to shreds and feasted upon by a horde of hungry crocodiles. Blood spreads throughout the water...]
[Axl stands tall upon the wooden surface of the freshly crafted drawbridge, wearing a long, flowing, yet totally trashed robe, and a crown upon his head. He removes a black baseball bat from within his robe... and rests it down upon his shoulder.]
[He smiles.]
Axl: Studnuts. Yeah, you... JERKWEED! Guess what? YOU LOST!
Nelson Muntz: HA-HAH!!!
[He then walks away... as Axl scratches his head.]
Axl: Huh... don't remember seeing that kid around town... ANYWAY. Stevie... I'm sorry, but it seems as though "The Mac" got Barack Rolled!!! 367 to 171?! Dude, Barack whooped...that...ASS!
[The little yellow kid steps back into the picture...]
Nelson Muntz: I reiterate... HA-HAH!!!
[...before once again taking his leave.]
Axl: ... I seriously need to hire some better knights... the security around this place is crap. Just like McCain's chances of winning, STEVE-O!
Axl: Uh...
[This is just a desperate attempt to get a match with Studs, isn't it?]
Axl: Well... YES. But I deserve a GREAT match at MegaBrawl 2, and seeing as Great obviously won't accept an invite... I GOTTA FIND SOMEBODY! I will NOT be the girl that doesn't have a date to the prom!
[Girl? Shouldn't that be boy? Unless you're hiding something that, well, everyone's pretty much known since your arrival here?]
Axl: ... I'M NOT GAY!
[Besides, you're, phff, "fired". Of course, that's apparently not stopping you from competing at October Surprise...]
Axl: WHAT?! What are you insinating?! Of course I'm fired!
[Then why are begging anyone and anybody for a match at MB II?
Axl: Er... I forgot! I've got a bad memory, man... A really... bad memory. ... HONEST.
[What a pity. Perhaps one of THE biggest events in the history of our nation just occured... and you're busy trying to scrounge up a match for a BoB On-Demand.]
Axl: Not just ANY BoB On-Demand, dammit! The biggest BoB On-Demand in our country's history. An On-Demand event that will begin a HUUUGE change in how America perceives our nation's greatest icon.
[... Ronald McDonald?]
Axl: NO, YOU NINNY!!! ME!
[... PHFF, hahahahahahaha!]
[Nelson Muntz returns on screen, and begins to point at Axl, and presumabely laugh his fool head off... when Axl grabs ahold of the poor kids head, lifts him up above his own head, and tosses Nelson from the drawbridge, down into the waiting jaws of a croc. Axl then points down toward the moat...]
Axl: HA-HAH!!!
[Axl looks back into the camera.]
Axl: Ahem... excuse me for that, but there's just something about kids that I simply detest. Something... evil. More evil than even I. And we just can't have that, now can we?
Axl: Two weeks from now... I'll have been in this company for two years. And for two years... two... long... years... I'll have felt the greatest opression that any American citizen has EVER felt. An opression greater than that felt by chicks, jews and black dudes. An opression even greater than that felt by a black jew chick! Two years ago, I was a rookie. A rookie believing that he stood a chance of one day becoming the Only World Champion That Matters. And I did hold that title... I held that title, and I held the Swiss Army Title. And I held the leadership of the Hierarchy... the mayorship of this city, my Kingdom... and I held the distinction of being the only hair band leader in BoB history. But what happened to it all? I asked myself that earlier... staring into the mirror at a man wearing a rusty crown. I asked myself that... and the answers began to flood my mind.
The hair band? Gone. Because let's face it, the only people who like hair metal are women over thirty... and those vile, dreadful gays.
The Hierarchy? Gone. Let's face it, Kurt's pretty much struck out on his own, which leaves me, Michelle, and my brother. Not much of a stable.
The Swiss Army Title? Gone... but more importantly? The Only World Title that Matters ; GONE. All because of that DAMN iAd...
Axl: But hey, I've gotta look at the silver lining, right? Grunge is sooo much better than glam. And why have a stable when the greatest brothers in wrestling can just form a tag team that surpasses even the nWo and DX COMBINED? And yes, there's always the mayorship. I AM the King of Sinister City... and forever will be.
Axl: But the OWTTM... that is perhaps the greatest evidence that exists to point towards BoB's opression of its very own Savior. Things are coming easy for today's rookies... guys like Kobe Gyant, Stephen Hawking, and of course, that bastard, The Great. They've all entered BoB, and been HANDED the ball... while I? I had to scratch, I had to claw... I had to kill or be killed... and even then? Even then, I was left with nothing. Nothing but my girl, my bro, and the power over every Citizen in this city. But when it comes to BoB... well, I never was given a fair shake. And that ulimately led to me being fired... and disgraced. And all I have to show for it are the scars that still tarnish my gorgeous physique... the scars left by that CAD Sillicone M. Plants.
Axl: There are so many people to thank for the hell that's been the past two years... The iAd, especially Steve Studnuts... Doc M. Plants... The Great... Death... Pigeon... and of course, the man... or should I say THING, that my bro faces at October Surprise ; American Panda. If it wasn't for that panda, why... I would have never been fired in the first place! That's right, you overgrown teddy bear! I KNOW what you did!
Axl: I know what you did... LAST SUMMER!
Axl: That's right, I remember it like it were yesterday... And I bet you do as well, A.P. Remember? July 5th? UnFourGiven... it was the Beer in the Belly Ladder match. Now, I bet I know what you're all thinking. What does A.P. have to do with the Beer in the Belly match, eh? I mean, you probably think A.P. couldn't have POSSIBLY had anything to do with it... what with him not being in BoB and all, right? WRONG! It is a fact, a stone cold FACT, that American Panda... is actually Dr. THRILLA!!! You have all recognized by now that A.P. wears a mask? Have any of you wondered WHY? It should be obvious, but unfortunately, it takes a genius, such as myself, to unravel even the simplest of things for you people. The Truth is, underneath that mask, there hides the doctor we all THOUGHT fell into an Inescapable Pit of No Escape... but who in actuallity was none other than Garth Vader and Garth Maul's father, Garth Sidious! That guy was just as ugly as Thrilla. Well... almost.
Axl: Thrilla took the case that was rightfully mine, fled the country for the past four months... and now? He's returned, under a mask, and I BET you that when October Surprise rolls around, that bastard, Dr. ThrillAmerican Panda, will be the one to cash in the Beer in the Belly! And you want in on a little secret? He didn't buy it on eTrey, like the big wigs in Brawler Tower over there in Bobford, Connecticut will tell you. Oh, no, no, no... He was HANDED the case, just like Hawking, Gyant, and The Great have been handed everything their entire stay here. And he was handed it by Trey Vincent himself! Because Dr. M Plants told him to! Because Steve Studnuts told him to! Because Death told him to! Because Pigeon told HIM to! It's all a conspiracy I tell you! It's all been a plot to keep me away from the OWTTM!!! It's the Truth! It's real! It's a fact! It's a DAMN fact!
[You really are nuts, aren't you?]
Axl: You hush up, this doesn't concern you! But what it all comes down to is this ; I've been held back from the OWTTM for too damn long. The only run I've had with it was a one month reign, which was cut short due to the MERE fact that the iAd cost me the title, and has nothing to do with me "trashing the title", no matter WHAT you may believe.
[... But, uh, Axl? That IS the reason. That's sorta why the iAd cost you the belt in the first place...]
Axl: LIES! All lies!
[But Axl -]
Axl: (covers ears and begins to scream) I'M NOT LISTENING, I'M NOT LISTENING, I'M NOT LISTENIIINGGG!!!
[Oh for pity's sake...]
Axl: (uncovers ears) I'm not paranoid! I don't have anger issues, I don't take things too seriously... I'M PERFECT! And yet, the BoB administration, the BoB Substars, and the BoB FANS... what little of those there are... have all shunned me... and shackled me. I deserve better! I've always deserved better! I deserve better than anyone in this City... this country... I deserve better than anyone on the entire planet Earth!!! I AM A GOD! I AM A SAINT!! I AM A SAVIOR!!!
And it's about fucking time somebody recognized this.
Axl: I have the intelligence to lead this city to becoming not only the capitol of Utah... but the capitol of the United States of America. I have the strength, the speed, and the sheer FORCE to lead the Hierarchy Brothers to a tag team title reign... and to become the OWCTM for a second time. And I have the talent, the ability, the skill, the power, and the unmatched EVIL-NESS... to lead BoB to becoming the most elite promotion in all of sports entertainment! BoB could be defeating WWE on a weekly basis right now... but they're not. And why is this? Because they haven't trusted me with the reigns... and yet, they do trust some fool like The Great-er Tot, some spineless coward like Silly Putty M. Plants, and some shiftless BITCH like Steven NumbNuts!!! They trust this lot of piss-poor piss-ants... but do they trust me? No...
But that will change.
I've never felt true acceptance in this company... in the entirety of my two years here, I've always felt like a second class citizen.
But that will change.
While others have risen to Greatness... While other have been deemed "Stupendous", and been to made feel like a Gyant among men... I've felt like a man with no home. A homeless man if you will.
[...]
But that WILL change.
[Uhm, how exactly do you plan on changing it, if you really ARE "fired"? Hm?]
Axl: Uh...
[Yup, that's what I thought.]
Axl: REGARDLESS! I've been told that I'll never be on par with the other members of the roster for two full years... I've been told that I'm not on level with Studnuts, or M. Plants, or Death, or Trey, or even that idiot Great.
They've told me I can't stand toe to toe with the main event players... They've told me I can't defeat them. I'm here to tell them... To tell you ALL...
Yes. I. Can.
And yes I will...
Axl: And it all begins with October Surprise.
Axl: American Panda... if that is your real name. Change is coming... and it begins with you.
|th -
[Wait a second... if "Viruz" is facing American Panda...]
Axl: I'M NOT LISTENING!!!
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"I have a dream."
- Axl... Savior Elect
[The camera opens...]
[... to 11pm]
[... to Chicago]
[... to November 4th, 2008.]
B.O. : If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer. Its the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen; by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the very first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different; that their voice could be that difference.
B.O. : Its the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Latino, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled - Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been a collection of Red States and Blue States: we are, and always will be, the United States of America. Its the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day. Its been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America...
...
B.O. : This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one thats on my mind tonight is about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. Shes a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing - Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old. She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldnt vote for two reasons - because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin. And tonight, I think about all that shes seen throughout her century in America - the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we cant, and the people who pressed on with that American creed:
Yes we can.
At a time when womens voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot.
Yes we can.
When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs and a new sense of common purpose.
Yes we can.
When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved.
Yes we can.
She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that We Shall Overcome.
Yes we can.
A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination. And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change.
Yes we can.
B.O. : America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves - if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made? This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment. This is our time - to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American Dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth - that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism, and doubt, and those who tell us that we cant, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people:
Yes We Can. Thank you, God bless you, and may God Bless the United States of America.
[Something has happened.]
[On this day...]
[On this night...]
[Change has happened.]
[Yes... change has happened. Our camera pans across the humongous crowd... before switching to scenes all across the world, all of people reacting much the same as those in Chicago...]
[... Before finally opening outside the Residence of Evil.]
[Change has happened.]
[For what was once decked out as a simple home, bearing just a slight resemblence to a castle, has been paved over... and REPLACED with a castle. An actual, wood, stone, and brick castle, erected so tall that it casts a shadow over all that surrounds it. The drawbridge lowers down... resting across an actual moat, some twenty feet wide, leaving little room between the moat and the street. Two guards step through the giant door... and stand on either side of it, gripping one flag a piece... the left guard holding the American flag... the Right Guard (tm) holding the new flag of Sinister City, which is a black flag, pre-made to be tattered and torn, with a skull adorned with a crown. Below the crowned skull there lies one simple word ;]
"Believe."
[Axl follows through... and shoves the trumpet player from the bridge, sending him flying into the moat... where he is eagerly ripped to shreds and feasted upon by a horde of hungry crocodiles. Blood spreads throughout the water...]
[Axl stands tall upon the wooden surface of the freshly crafted drawbridge, wearing a long, flowing, yet totally trashed robe, and a crown upon his head. He removes a black baseball bat from within his robe... and rests it down upon his shoulder.]
[He smiles.]
Axl: Studnuts. Yeah, you... JERKWEED! Guess what? YOU LOST!
Nelson Muntz: HA-HAH!!!
[He then walks away... as Axl scratches his head.]
Axl: Huh... don't remember seeing that kid around town... ANYWAY. Stevie... I'm sorry, but it seems as though "The Mac" got Barack Rolled!!! 367 to 171?! Dude, Barack whooped...that...ASS!
[The little yellow kid steps back into the picture...]
Nelson Muntz: I reiterate... HA-HAH!!!
[...before once again taking his leave.]
Axl: ... I seriously need to hire some better knights... the security around this place is crap. Just like McCain's chances of winning, STEVE-O!
Axl: Uh...
[This is just a desperate attempt to get a match with Studs, isn't it?]
Axl: Well... YES. But I deserve a GREAT match at MegaBrawl 2, and seeing as Great obviously won't accept an invite... I GOTTA FIND SOMEBODY! I will NOT be the girl that doesn't have a date to the prom!
[Girl? Shouldn't that be boy? Unless you're hiding something that, well, everyone's pretty much known since your arrival here?]
Axl: ... I'M NOT GAY!
[Besides, you're, phff, "fired". Of course, that's apparently not stopping you from competing at October Surprise...]
Axl: WHAT?! What are you insinating?! Of course I'm fired!
[Then why are begging anyone and anybody for a match at MB II?
Axl: Er... I forgot! I've got a bad memory, man... A really... bad memory. ... HONEST.
[What a pity. Perhaps one of THE biggest events in the history of our nation just occured... and you're busy trying to scrounge up a match for a BoB On-Demand.]
Axl: Not just ANY BoB On-Demand, dammit! The biggest BoB On-Demand in our country's history. An On-Demand event that will begin a HUUUGE change in how America perceives our nation's greatest icon.
[... Ronald McDonald?]
Axl: NO, YOU NINNY!!! ME!
[... PHFF, hahahahahahaha!]
[Nelson Muntz returns on screen, and begins to point at Axl, and presumabely laugh his fool head off... when Axl grabs ahold of the poor kids head, lifts him up above his own head, and tosses Nelson from the drawbridge, down into the waiting jaws of a croc. Axl then points down toward the moat...]
Axl: HA-HAH!!!
[Axl looks back into the camera.]
Axl: Ahem... excuse me for that, but there's just something about kids that I simply detest. Something... evil. More evil than even I. And we just can't have that, now can we?
Axl: Two weeks from now... I'll have been in this company for two years. And for two years... two... long... years... I'll have felt the greatest opression that any American citizen has EVER felt. An opression greater than that felt by chicks, jews and black dudes. An opression even greater than that felt by a black jew chick! Two years ago, I was a rookie. A rookie believing that he stood a chance of one day becoming the Only World Champion That Matters. And I did hold that title... I held that title, and I held the Swiss Army Title. And I held the leadership of the Hierarchy... the mayorship of this city, my Kingdom... and I held the distinction of being the only hair band leader in BoB history. But what happened to it all? I asked myself that earlier... staring into the mirror at a man wearing a rusty crown. I asked myself that... and the answers began to flood my mind.
The hair band? Gone. Because let's face it, the only people who like hair metal are women over thirty... and those vile, dreadful gays.
The Hierarchy? Gone. Let's face it, Kurt's pretty much struck out on his own, which leaves me, Michelle, and my brother. Not much of a stable.
The Swiss Army Title? Gone... but more importantly? The Only World Title that Matters ; GONE. All because of that DAMN iAd...
Axl: But hey, I've gotta look at the silver lining, right? Grunge is sooo much better than glam. And why have a stable when the greatest brothers in wrestling can just form a tag team that surpasses even the nWo and DX COMBINED? And yes, there's always the mayorship. I AM the King of Sinister City... and forever will be.
Axl: But the OWTTM... that is perhaps the greatest evidence that exists to point towards BoB's opression of its very own Savior. Things are coming easy for today's rookies... guys like Kobe Gyant, Stephen Hawking, and of course, that bastard, The Great. They've all entered BoB, and been HANDED the ball... while I? I had to scratch, I had to claw... I had to kill or be killed... and even then? Even then, I was left with nothing. Nothing but my girl, my bro, and the power over every Citizen in this city. But when it comes to BoB... well, I never was given a fair shake. And that ulimately led to me being fired... and disgraced. And all I have to show for it are the scars that still tarnish my gorgeous physique... the scars left by that CAD Sillicone M. Plants.
Axl: There are so many people to thank for the hell that's been the past two years... The iAd, especially Steve Studnuts... Doc M. Plants... The Great... Death... Pigeon... and of course, the man... or should I say THING, that my bro faces at October Surprise ; American Panda. If it wasn't for that panda, why... I would have never been fired in the first place! That's right, you overgrown teddy bear! I KNOW what you did!
Axl: I know what you did... LAST SUMMER!
Axl: That's right, I remember it like it were yesterday... And I bet you do as well, A.P. Remember? July 5th? UnFourGiven... it was the Beer in the Belly Ladder match. Now, I bet I know what you're all thinking. What does A.P. have to do with the Beer in the Belly match, eh? I mean, you probably think A.P. couldn't have POSSIBLY had anything to do with it... what with him not being in BoB and all, right? WRONG! It is a fact, a stone cold FACT, that American Panda... is actually Dr. THRILLA!!! You have all recognized by now that A.P. wears a mask? Have any of you wondered WHY? It should be obvious, but unfortunately, it takes a genius, such as myself, to unravel even the simplest of things for you people. The Truth is, underneath that mask, there hides the doctor we all THOUGHT fell into an Inescapable Pit of No Escape... but who in actuallity was none other than Garth Vader and Garth Maul's father, Garth Sidious! That guy was just as ugly as Thrilla. Well... almost.
Axl: Thrilla took the case that was rightfully mine, fled the country for the past four months... and now? He's returned, under a mask, and I BET you that when October Surprise rolls around, that bastard, Dr. ThrillAmerican Panda, will be the one to cash in the Beer in the Belly! And you want in on a little secret? He didn't buy it on eTrey, like the big wigs in Brawler Tower over there in Bobford, Connecticut will tell you. Oh, no, no, no... He was HANDED the case, just like Hawking, Gyant, and The Great have been handed everything their entire stay here. And he was handed it by Trey Vincent himself! Because Dr. M Plants told him to! Because Steve Studnuts told him to! Because Death told him to! Because Pigeon told HIM to! It's all a conspiracy I tell you! It's all been a plot to keep me away from the OWTTM!!! It's the Truth! It's real! It's a fact! It's a DAMN fact!
[You really are nuts, aren't you?]
Axl: You hush up, this doesn't concern you! But what it all comes down to is this ; I've been held back from the OWTTM for too damn long. The only run I've had with it was a one month reign, which was cut short due to the MERE fact that the iAd cost me the title, and has nothing to do with me "trashing the title", no matter WHAT you may believe.
[... But, uh, Axl? That IS the reason. That's sorta why the iAd cost you the belt in the first place...]
Axl: LIES! All lies!
[But Axl -]
Axl: (covers ears and begins to scream) I'M NOT LISTENING, I'M NOT LISTENING, I'M NOT LISTENIIINGGG!!!
[Oh for pity's sake...]
Axl: (uncovers ears) I'm not paranoid! I don't have anger issues, I don't take things too seriously... I'M PERFECT! And yet, the BoB administration, the BoB Substars, and the BoB FANS... what little of those there are... have all shunned me... and shackled me. I deserve better! I've always deserved better! I deserve better than anyone in this City... this country... I deserve better than anyone on the entire planet Earth!!! I AM A GOD! I AM A SAINT!! I AM A SAVIOR!!!
And it's about fucking time somebody recognized this.
Axl: I have the intelligence to lead this city to becoming not only the capitol of Utah... but the capitol of the United States of America. I have the strength, the speed, and the sheer FORCE to lead the Hierarchy Brothers to a tag team title reign... and to become the OWCTM for a second time. And I have the talent, the ability, the skill, the power, and the unmatched EVIL-NESS... to lead BoB to becoming the most elite promotion in all of sports entertainment! BoB could be defeating WWE on a weekly basis right now... but they're not. And why is this? Because they haven't trusted me with the reigns... and yet, they do trust some fool like The Great-er Tot, some spineless coward like Silly Putty M. Plants, and some shiftless BITCH like Steven NumbNuts!!! They trust this lot of piss-poor piss-ants... but do they trust me? No...
But that will change.
I've never felt true acceptance in this company... in the entirety of my two years here, I've always felt like a second class citizen.
But that will change.
While others have risen to Greatness... While other have been deemed "Stupendous", and been to made feel like a Gyant among men... I've felt like a man with no home. A homeless man if you will.
[...]
But that WILL change.
[Uhm, how exactly do you plan on changing it, if you really ARE "fired"? Hm?]
Axl: Uh...
[Yup, that's what I thought.]
Axl: REGARDLESS! I've been told that I'll never be on par with the other members of the roster for two full years... I've been told that I'm not on level with Studnuts, or M. Plants, or Death, or Trey, or even that idiot Great.
They've told me I can't stand toe to toe with the main event players... They've told me I can't defeat them. I'm here to tell them... To tell you ALL...
Yes. I. Can.
And yes I will...
Axl: And it all begins with October Surprise.
Axl: American Panda... if that is your real name. Change is coming... and it begins with you.
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[Wait a second... if "Viruz" is facing American Panda...]
Axl: I'M NOT LISTENING!!!
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And NO, I'm not mad at you. Because I'm sure you'll think I am after this.